Day 19 – Coins

Little penny in the water, can I wish on you?

Little penny in the water, can I wish on you?

Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

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So, I was walking along the trails today, the air warm (for January), a light breeze, the trees surrounding me stretching toward the sky.  All alone, save the birds and leaves wheeling around in the air.  Then.  I heard a branch snap.  And my imagination ran away with me.  Could it be a wild dog?  Could it be a bobcat stalking my steps?  Could it be, *gasp*, an axe murderer bent on my demise?  My breath catching in my throat, I quick stepped back along the muddy trail, slipping here and there in the black mud, leaving my bogey man far behind me, hidden behind a tall tree, unseen by me.  I am sure he probably resembles a squirrel….
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